Oh wretched man that I am
Feb20

Oh wretched man that I am

Oh, wretched man! I stood in the corner pretending to gaze out of the open window, my face turned away from the crowded room of people. People filled with hope. I clutched my camera against me as I willed the tears to go back up their ducts. I was desperate for a breeze, not just to relieve me from the sweltering heat of the conference room but to also evaporate the damning evidence from my face. I know the power of tears. And...

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